10 SEPTEMBER 1881, Page 12

POETRY.

PRESIDENT GARFIELD.—SEPTEMBER 6T11, 1881_ (sea "DAILY NEWS," FOR SEPTEZBER 7TH.)

Tne hush of the sick-room ; the muffled tread ;

Fond, questioning eye ; mute lip, and listening ear ;

Where wife and children watch, 'twist hope and fear, A father's, husband's, living-dying bed !- The hush of a great nation, when its head Lies stricken ! Lo, along the streets he's borne, Pale, thro' milled crowds, this grey September morn, 'Mid straining eyes, sad brows unbonneted, And reverent speechlessness !—a " people's voice !"

Nay, but a people's silence ! thro' the soul Of the wide world its subtler echoes roll.

O brother nation ! England, for her part, Is with thee ; God willing, she, whose heart Throbb'd with thy pain, shall with thy joy rejoice.

A. C. A.